Significance

This is how I arrange and order my thoughts,
writing, thinking, crying, sobbing.
This is why my lip twitches, quivers.
I am nervous, angry, sad or hungry.
Didn’t they tell me don’t get too
hungry
angry
lonely
or tired.
Aren’t I all of those at different points in time.
I guess they meant at once,
don’t be all those things together.
Some people are
strange,
rude,
those people are insignificant.
The longer I am around on this planet, the shorter my lifespan seems to be
And
the more in touch with the grasp of the obvious I am.
For some reason my whole life I thought I was the
insignificant one
the one that made no sense,
but as my grasp becomes tighter
onto what decreasing hold I have,
I am the significant one and I am the one that makes sense.
I have tact
some people are holding on to what they think they have,
a grasp on which is actually nothing
these people can’t hold onto life
if it became as simple as something to literally hold on to
in our hands.
These are the people that make it difficult for me,
because of the fact that I think this
life should actually be easier.
I should let these people pass by below the radar
in fact these people should even be on my radar.
These people who have no grasp on any kind of reality.
I am real
my feelings are real
my body is real
I am my own radar.
I am in my sights
I am my own monitor of my own
reality show
where my feelings feed through the tube
to halted time
halted space
between ears of mortality.